Cringe!
Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
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( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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I'm not very sporty
In fact, up until the age of nearly 30 I was a fat lazy bastard*. I hated PE at school and devised all manner of means to get out of it or at least minimise the pain and effort associated with exercise.
And so it came to pass that teenage K2k6, aged 16 or so, was playing football during games period one Wednesday afternoon, and to my horror I ended up with the ball at one point. So I went to do what I usually did, booting it away before someone came along and challenged me or whatever, when the teacher informed me that I had no need for such urgent action, and that I could actually hang on to the ball for a bit.
He conveyed this message by the footballer's standard means of doing so, which was by yelling at me, "Time, you got time!"
Whereupon I stopped, looked at my watch and replied, "25 past 3, sir".
The game stopped as the other 21 lads on the pitch collapsed in laughter.
*I'm quite thin and fit these days!
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 11:21, 2 replies)
In fact, up until the age of nearly 30 I was a fat lazy bastard*. I hated PE at school and devised all manner of means to get out of it or at least minimise the pain and effort associated with exercise.
And so it came to pass that teenage K2k6, aged 16 or so, was playing football during games period one Wednesday afternoon, and to my horror I ended up with the ball at one point. So I went to do what I usually did, booting it away before someone came along and challenged me or whatever, when the teacher informed me that I had no need for such urgent action, and that I could actually hang on to the ball for a bit.
He conveyed this message by the footballer's standard means of doing so, which was by yelling at me, "Time, you got time!"
Whereupon I stopped, looked at my watch and replied, "25 past 3, sir".
The game stopped as the other 21 lads on the pitch collapsed in laughter.
*I'm quite thin and fit these days!
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 11:21, 2 replies)
Yup, that's worth a click
Barely original, but it still made me chuckle. If only because I so rarely get addressed as anything so polite as 'sir' at the muckheap where I teach.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 11:35, closed)
Barely original, but it still made me chuckle. If only because I so rarely get addressed as anything so polite as 'sir' at the muckheap where I teach.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 11:35, closed)
This was in the 1980s
At a half decent comprehensive school, where we actually had some respect for some of our teachers. Unlike today.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:28, closed)
At a half decent comprehensive school, where we actually had some respect for some of our teachers. Unlike today.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:28, closed)
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